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#ForeverAloneTrip

"ngerandom yuk!"
Dua kata ini kayanya udah lama banget gue denger. Tapi sejauh ini, gue belum pernah ikutan ngerandom sama orang yang ngajakin. Biasanya sih karena pas banget bentrok sama janji lain, atau guenya lagi ga mood. Tapi bukan berarti gue ga pernah ngerandom. Sering banget malah. Besoknya uas, gue malah jalan ke margo, muter-muter dari bawah sampai atas, terus pulang. Atau tiba-tiba pengen beli satu barang (ya, satu barang) dan harus naik krl ke jakarta, yaudah gue langsung pergi. Atau, abis dari tempat magang gue pengen jalan kaki, yaudah gue jalan kaki. Kadang nyangkut di ratu plaza, kadang nyangkut di fx, pacific place, dan juga pernah jalan kaki sampai stasiun sudirman. Dari PU ke stasiun sudirman jauh lho.. Atau lagi, cuma pengen ikut acara di atamerica atau ada pesta HUT DKI. Kalau gue lagi mood, ada duit, lagi ga ada acara, ya gue langsung ke tkp..

Tapi, ya itu. Gue keseringan jalan sendiri </3

No. Gue sih ga masalah sendiri. Enakan sendiri sih, kalau mau jalan tinggal bawa badan (dan uang). Mau ke sana ga usah mikir, jalan aja. Tapi ga enaknya sih ga ada temen cerita selama jalan, ngomentarin ini itu.. Yah, banyak sih enaknya kalau jalan sama temen (deket). Tapi gimana, gue kadang suka spontan dan random ga kenal jam.. :( Bahkan minggu lalu gue tiba-tiba pengen ke bukittinggi, besok paginya langsung jalan sendiri naik minibus. Terus harus naik angkot, gue lupa-lupa inget naik angkot mana. Gue asal naik sih, untung lewat tujuan gue, ngarai sianok :') Liburan semester kemaren gue ke jogja, ga sendiri sih. Awalnya bareng anak NOS, tapi gue ga ikut balik dan jalan2 di jogja sama Retno. Ke Wonosobo juga dadakan. Kalau ga ada Cori yang nemenin, gue ke sananya sendiri pasti. Mungkin gue lagi dalam fase lari. Lari dari sesuatu.. Maunya jauh-jauh dari lingkar masalah. Tapi kan ujung-ujungnya balik lagi.. Huft.

Mungkin nanti foreveralonetrip gue ini berakhir.. Mungkin..

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